Date: Thu, 16 Apr 2009 13:27:47 -0700 (PDT) From: don mumford Subject: DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR Chapter two (The Dance) by Donny Mumford DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR Chapter Two (The Dance) On the ride home from the hospital Chubby whispers something disturbing to me. He tells me that Willie keeps calling him and asking, "How's my boyfriend doing today?". I looked out the window like I hadn't heard him so he leans over to me in the back-seat of the Volvo and goes, "Don't ignore me dude, what's that all about, that boyfriend thing?"I was like "Huh..wha?... what'd he say..?" you know, stalling for time till my mind gets unlocked after freezing up from that disturbing question. Chubby is as calm and cool as a cucumber as he squeezes my hand, like he always does, and mumbles, "You heard me, Dylan" and I frowned my most furrowed eyebrow frown and ask, "How'd Willie get your cell phone number anyway... I mean, did you give it to him, or what...?" Chubby goes, "Oh no... don't try to get me off the subject. Willie calls you his boyfriend... that sounds more than slightly gay, dude. Don't it?" and he makes this silly face like "ya gotta be shitting me..." so I decide to use one of Chubby's famous tactics when he gets caught at something. There are two actually... for tactic number one I could totalling go off on a rant rationalizing this boyfriend thing until Chubby can't even remember the question... or I could use tactic number two where I go on the offense and act all pissed-off like I'm offended at the stupidity of the question. The first choice requires more energy than I'm feeling up to right now so I go on the offense and in a pissed-off manner say, "Oh for Christ sakes, is that suppose to be a serious question? I thought you were just breaking my balls with that horse shit. That's just Willie being Willie, he's an original, I've told you that before. Hey, aren't I your boyfriend, Chubby?" My Mom turns her head and says, "You boys whispering curse words back there?" and Tris adds, "Watch your mouth, Jeffrey!" which is Chubby's name of course, but his Mom only uses it when she means business. Chubby goes, "Are you ladies at all aware that we're seniors in high school, for Christ sakes? We say curse words all the fuc... all the time... and anyway, it's Dylan who's cursing, not me". He was grinning at me because he'd almost dropped the F-bomb and everybody knew it. The Moms just chuckled because Chubby can say things like that and get away with it... he has a funny way about him. He's the coolest! Tris goes, "Just watch it, buster..." but there wasn't and force behind it. The Moms went back to exchanging gossipy girl talk. They're both very energetic and up-beat ladies... that's their natural personality which gets them lots of tips at the bar where they waitress, lots of dates too. Chubby, satisfied he'd handled the Moms OK, squeezes my hand quickly again and says, "You lie so much, you're going to hell dude, ya know that, don't ya?" I squeezed the back of his neck, like I always do, and say, "Can you come to hell with me Chubby? ... I'll be lonely without ya" He goes, "Willie calls you his boyfriend? Dude, that's gay." and I go, "I told ya already that Willie is unusual. I'm a boy, and I'm his friend... you're good at math, add it up. And anyway, what am I suppose to believe, that Ricky doesn't call you his boyfriend?" Chubby snaps his head around and stares at me, then demandingly asked, "Who told you that? Did somebody say that to you?" It startled me, the intensity of his question, so I backed-off saying, "I'm breaking your balls is all, what... did you think I was serious?" Chubby waved his hand at me like "don't be silly" and said, "Obviously your brain isn't working properly after being in a coma so long, how many fingers am I holding up?" He was giving me the finger of course, so I say, "Tris, Chubby's giving me the finger" and she says, "Both you boys are going to get a spanking if you don't shut up!" but she was laughing when she said it. All of us were still a little up-tight, but relived too... relieved that our world was back to normal, all of us were present and accounted for once more. Still, I have to wonder about Chubby's reaction to my joking question about Ricky... it sure put an end to him asking me about Willie though. That was a close call and I'm going to kill Willie, by the way... calling me his boyfriend! Is he crazy? That made me start thinking about Willie and soon I had a nice boner going for me. Swear to God, Willie fucks me so good I can almost feel his long cock inside me right now. It's hot and sexy being naked in bed with Willie after he fucks me too... after I've shot my cum all over the sheets and he's shot his up my ass till I'm over-flowing. He wraps me up in his arms and legs then, wrap me up till I can hardly move so he can give me a big hickey on my neck. Oh God, I used to hate the hickeys but now I'd love to get one from him. Ha ha, last summer I had one of those round band-aids on my neck covering my hickey from May till September. I told people it was covering a pimple... finally the band-aid became so familiar no one bothered to ask about it anymore. This coming weekend Willie has to stay at Prep school, we missed our regular weekend together when I was in the hospital. I'll call him, but my first goal is to spend as much time with Chubby as possible. Take advantage of the attention he's giving me... milk my condition a little, ya know? Whine a little, like "Take care of me dude, I've been in the fucking hospital for ten days... in a freaking coma! I need some brotherly lovin'... " I snapped out of my revelry when Tris pulled the right front wheel of the old Volvo up onto the curb in front of our condo and exasperatingly exclaimed, "God Dammit, I can't even parallel park." I say, "It runs in your family, Tris" Chubby pokes me in the ribs but before he can say anything my Mom's boyfriend opens the passenger door and goes, "I'm glad I waited. How's Dylan?" It was Jake Rollins who I've had issues with in the past. I haven't seen him since last summer although my Mom had mentioned she was going out with him again so I wasn't shocked to see him now. My Mom and Tris always have at least one boyfriend each that they're stringing along until someone better pops-up. The Moms are kinda hot for thirty-six-year-old broads. Occasionally one of them will have a sleep over at one of our condos with a guy. Ya know, when either of them thinks she's found the one. When that happens Chubby and I get to sleep together in which ever condo doesn't have the shacked-up Mom in it. I yearn for those occasions because sleeping with Chubby is one of my favorite things to do. In Wildwood Chubby and I shared a double bed for two weeks and it was the best two weeks ever! There were some spontaneous cum shots from me that week, you can bet on that... I climaxed from just smelling and hugging that boy. We're affectionate with each other at times. This is possible because Chubby doesn't consider anything is gay if he's participating in it. We've jerked each other off and tasted each others spunk, unfortunately that's about the extent of it, but it's cool. I'd slipped back to dreamily contemplating stuff like that as I stepped out of the car, but then Jake grabbed my attention. He came right up to me and says, "Hey, Tiger, how ya feeling". I make a face at him and he goes, "Here, let me help you up the steps" one of his arms goes around my waist, the other hidden from everyone's view he used to massage low on my belly near my dick asking, "Feeling better...?" I grunted out through clenched teeth, "Don't press your luck, Jake!" and he goes, "Don't press yours either". I hate to admit it, but Jake's a nice looking guy, especially for someone who's twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old... actually he looks younger than that. Nice red hair cut short in a cool style and he's got that pinkish complexion that the Dickers brothers both have, always looking clean and fresh. Nice body too, but Jake doesn't do anything for me in the sexual arousal department. He's too old for me, and ironically, he's probably too young for my Mom, but still he doesn't seem to want to go away. Mom thinks he's the cutest thing since puppies and so does Tris, I think he's dangerous. And, it isn't clear to me who he's most interested in... me or my Mom. Jake and I have something on each other that we'd rather not be made public. He was at the Bank Of American Pavilion the night Willie and I were there to see The Plain White T's and he saw us kissing. That was held over my head allowing him to bully me for awhile, then right after our Wildwood vacation he came over to our place drunk and somehow ended-up kissing me himself... he's obviously bi. So he and I have a tentative stand-off which is OK, but I'd prefer to simply never see him again. The two of us where now at the front door waiting for the others. Jake was holding me against him with an arm around my waist as he slipped his other hand inside the elastic waistband at the front of my nylon sweat pants and grabbed my cock in his fist, mumbling into my ear, "Euuuu, that's a nice piece of meat ya got there, kid. You and me need to get together for a quickie sometime soon. Don't we?" I go, "Yuck!" and as I said it I sort of did a quick sit-down motion dragging myself away from his hand, then quietly snarled, "Fuck you, Jake... I'll tell Mom about what you did right now! I'm almost outed as it is". When it looked like I was falling down or fainting, Chubby frantically yells, "Dylan! You OK? Dylan?" Jake yells back, "I got him! He's OK, just a little woozy" then quietly to me, "Don't get your panties in a knot, kid... we'll work something out, but you're definitely going to get fucked... you might as well accept that, OK?." Mom was almost beside us now saying, "Oh, thanks for catching him, Jake" and she pats him on the back of his head. I roll my eyes waiting for Mom to unlock the front door. As soon as it's unlocked I was inside heading for my room yelling over my shoulder, "Is Chubby coming in, Mom?" Chubby answered, "I'm right behind ya, Dylan" and we both go into my room, the door slamming shut behind Chubby. Together we flopped on my bed and got right up against one another. After a few seconds of rustling around getting comfortable, Chubby quietly says. "I missed you, dude". By now he's got his arm under my neck with me sort of snuggled into his side. "Me too, Chubby. It's scary thinking about being in a coma all that time. I had some bizarre dreams too." Chubby says, "I hate hearing about dreams, they're creepy." Smiling to myself I remembered he thinks clowns are creepy too... dreams and clowns. Actually, I think he's got it right about the clowns. I loved inhaling the famous Chubby smell, famous in my world at least. Chubby goes, "Listen Dylan, I'm sorry to have to bring up this ugly topic when we're so cozy and all" and I'm thinking, 'Oh no!' but it wasn't what I thought. Chubby continued with, "Mr Lowell called me into his office yesterday to load me up on all the assignments you need to make-up for school, all the shit you missed the last ten days. I'll help you with Social Studies, and then that Stop & Shop friend of yours, that Elliot kid, has a packet of stuff from the class you guys are in together. You'll need to do the other subjects yourself, but we'll catch you up in the others before Monday. It sucks the big one to need to do this shit after you almost... ya know... after you were in that coma and all, but it's gotta be done." I groaned, but I know I needed to make-up the work. Catching-up with the help of Chubby and Elliot though... well, that ain't too bad. Today's Wednesday, I won't go back to school until Monday so it'll be cool being babied a little by Chubby and Elliot until then. Chubby and I depend on each other in times of stress, we depend on each other pretty much the rest of the time too, actually. The only exception to that I can think of is when Chubby turned to Ricky to help him pass his road test for his license, that was an aberration. Thinking about the way Chubby cried when I came out of my coma, he was crying from relief... relief that I was going to be OK. I know I'm still number one in Chubby's world, so tough shit, Ricky! For Christ sakes, Chubby and I bonded so tightly from the day we were born, sleeping in the same baby crib, being bathed together, fed together. Our Moms lived next door to each other and raised us as brothers, more like twins actually. Baby-sitting both of us when one or the other of the Moms was out. Hell, we took baths together till we were ten or eleven. Chubby's smell is as familiar to me as my own... except I don't have one. Funny about that because I'm so aware of other boy's personal natural smell... those boys that have one, I mean. Not everyone does... or at least, not everyone does that I can detect. Perhaps you need to be attracted to someone before you pick-up on their personal scent. I tentatively smelled the back of my wrist pondering the many mysteries of life. What isn't a mystery is Chubby's scent which is quite nice, I swear he smells like a baby. That's what I thought holding Megan's baby that time. She lives next door. Around Christmas her and her husband were at our place having a little holiday cheer with the Moms. Megan had just handed her six month old baby to me saying, "Take care of Dustin for a few minutes, Dylan... will ya?". It was scary holding something that small but it's so cute, a baby boy. They named him Dustin after Dustin Pedroia, the Red Sox second baseman. Mark, Dustin's father, is a big Red Sox fan. So are Chubby and me, so it's all cool. Anyway, when a human holds a baby it's an involuntary reaction to put your nose right on top of the baby's head, the babies don't give a shit, and that's when I thought, "Jesus! This is kinda how Chubby smells, new and fresh". I told Chubby about that some weeks later and he said, "Oh, that's fly, that's so phat, and wicked interesting. Almost as interesting as this... one human hair can support six pounds?" and he looks at me like he expected me to be astonished. I was like, "What's that have to do with anything?" and Chubby goes, "Ya didn't know that, did ya?" So what I'm saying is, Chubby doesn't care if I think he smells like a baby, things like that don't interest him. It doesn't phase him either... doesn't phase him when I say something about how he smells because he's so used to me speaking about him in a very personal manner. The Dickers boys both smell so clean and new too, but it's a different clean and new... a wonderful boy smell is the best description I can offer. Willie smells sexy and yummy, I love his smell when we're naked under the covers in his bed and the sheets rustle sending up the warm air from underneath. So sexy. I'm probably a pervert for thinking this, but my favorite Willie smell is his groin when I'm sucking his cock. I used to like my nose in his pubes but he keeps them shaved now like Chubby and me and Dodger do... other guys shave their pubes too I'd guess, but these are the only ones I know about. As usual I'm daydreaming these thoughts while Chubby's thinking his own thoughts. We can be together without talking for a long time and it's not the least bit awkward or uncomfortable, we just like being together, we always have and laying on top of my bed together like this was no different. Finally though, Chubby broke the silence, he says, "I really hate to get up Dylan, this is so nice with you and me relaxing together like old times, but I gotta go to work. Ricky fired Dennis Mc Cain for missing too many days and he'd do the same to me." I turn my head to look right into Chubby's eyes and asked, "Really? You think Ricky would fire you?" Chubby was taking his arm from behind my neck saying, "Nah, probably not, Not me, but why piss him off... he's got a bad temper. Anyway, I'm due another raise next month, twenty-five cents an hour, and I don't want to screw that up. That's five bucks extra every week." I'm thinking, 'big deal!' but I didn't say it. I was disappointed Chubby was leaving me so soon, my first day out of the hospital too. He squeezed my hand and then was walking out the bedroom door telling me that after work he'd bring a pizza home for our dinner. I love him and I'm jealous of Ricky, that's the truth of the matter. I'm not stupid though, of course there's something going on between Ricky and Chubby. Ricky's obviously holding the job over Chubby's head making him do stuff... you know, the threat of getting fired. I know about Ricky insisting Chubby get the buzz cut, the earring, and the Saturday night bonding sessions, but what I don't know is what else Ricky makes Chubby do. I also don't know how I'm gonna go about finding out what that might be? I'll work on it because it's up to me to protect Chubby since he probably can't protect himself, not from Ricky. Slipping under the covers, with that grandiose assessment making me feel tough and righteous, I fell asleep. Guess I'm not as fully recovered as I thought. A knocking on my bedroom door woke me forty-five minutes later. I hear the voice of my friend Elliot Ellis quietly saying, "Dylan, it's Elliot and Jay. We don't want to bother you, but..." and I hear Jay interrupt, saying, "Oh Elliot, just open the fucking door" and then Jay opened it himself, stuck his head in and said, "You're not back into another coma, are you Dylan?" He makes me laugh. He chuckled at his own comment, then explained, "We came by to give you flowers that would brighten your day, except we forgot to get some... duh!" he came storming into my bedroom, pulling Elliot by the hand behind him. Jay is a very extraverted gay boy, lots of self confidence and full of energy. The three of us are out to each other, but Elliot and me are in the closet to almost everyone else. Jay is totally out to everyone and if someone's in doubt about his gayness, Jay will say, "Yes, I'm gay. Were you wondering?" He's a riot, but sort of an inspiration to us closeted gay boys. An inspiration that hasn't yet inspired either of us enough to come out ourselves however. We might, just not yet. My boyfriend Willie was the first openly gay boy I knew, he's been "out" since he began middle school. I admire him too, a lot. As shy as Elliot is, that's how out-going and gregarious Jay is. They're quite a couple, quite a secret couple... opposites did attract in their case. I sometimes wonder about the sex they have together considering Elliot's so shy and all, but I've never asked about it. That would be rude. Elliot's the same size as Chubby, about five foot-six-inches and maybe even thinner than Chub. I'd have to call Elliot delicate looking, he looks maybe just a bit too pretty actually, with his light red hair, green eyes, and pale complexion. Thin wrists, arms, and legs. The nicest kid you'd ever want to meet, but a perfect target for bullies, and he's suffered his share of them too. Often when I'm with Elliot this urge comes over me to hug him and tell him everything will be fine. He seems vulnerable, that's what I'm trying to say. On the other hand, to hear Elliot tell it, he doesn't take much shit from bullies and he's been in his share of fights to prove it. He talks about the fights without embellishing his fighting skills or fighting successes in the least. I say that because, according to him, he's never won even one of these fights. I guess it's accurate to say he's no pussy boy, he just looks like one. His friend Jay is my size, five foot-nine-or-ten and slim but not skinny. Dark hair cut in a bizarre style, burr length all over except for long patches of hair on either side of his face that reach below his chin. He's got dark eyes and a face that's interesting, but not what I consider cute... nice looking though. Jay's slightly feminine in subtle ways that I'm sure most people pick-up on. Subtle feminine affectations are not the kind of thing I'm sexually attracted to although I'm fond of Jay as a friend. He's funny in a self deprecating way that grows on ya, it's actually kind of endearing. Most kids at school like him even though he's openly gay and even though maybe he mentions that fact a bit too often. There are a few homophobes who cause trouble once in awhile but Jay's able to handle them without a fight breaking out. This may sound contradictory after saying I'm not at all interested sexually in Jay because he's not boyish enough, but here goes... I'm attracted to Elliot. I'm attracted to him even though he's definitely not the all-boy type I normally gravitate towards... it's not as if I'm in control of that sort of thing, there's a lot of the subconscious mind involved in these matters. In any case, Elliot and I both have boyfriends so we're not likely to get involved in any buddy sex together... unfortunately. I've confided in him about my boyfriend Willie, but not about my other boyfriend, Robby Dickers. Us closeted gay boys have so many secrets from so many different people it's hard to keep track of all of them, but we manage. Elliot and I haven't ever suggested doing buddy sex together, but the longer I'm forced to go without sex from my boyfriends, the hornier I'm getting, and the more I'm thinking about maybe me and Elliot getting something going. But, even after admitting that, I still gotta say I know myself, so I know I'm never going to be bringing sex up to Elliot for the simple reason, as I've already mentioned, he seems too vulnerable. I don't want to do anything that might be perceived as taking advantage of him. And since he's obviously too shy to initiate anything sexy between us, it's never going to happen... period. Probably just as well, but still it's worth a little daydreaming on my part... me and Elliot, that'd be hot. I'd like to fuck that cute ass of his. Ya know, sometimes I wonder if my attraction to Elliot has anything to do with the fact he's a duplicate of Chubby, size-wise I mean... same super hot ass too. I really think there might be something to that. Ok, in retrospect maybe I am a pervert because everything I start thinking about ends up being about sex. Instead of pervert though, I prefer thinking of myself as an eighteen year old gay boy who is in the prime of his sexual prowess and who enjoys gay sex quite a bit. Gay sex with a willing partner who's my age... cute, hot, and sexy. What's wrong with that? Anyway, Jay and Elliot came right over next to my bed and Jay rubs my longish hair saying, "You need to come to my house so I can cut this hair for you. Look at Elliot here, I just gave him a haircut... how's it look?" Actually it was a cool short haircut which made me envious. Jay had it combed down on top and up in front, very boyish on Elliot with his light red hair looking extra cool. Willie would me mad if I got mine cut without his OK though, so I said, "It's a super cool do, Jay" and then dropped the subject. Elliot, in his quiet manner says, "We're so glad you're alright! I was praying as hard as I could you'd come out of that coma and be fine." I smiled and said, "Thank you for your prayers and your concern." Elliot blushed and said, "Jay thought it would be Ok to visit you today Dylan, but I told him it might be too soon since you just got out of the hospital this morning". Then he stared at me... it's not uncommon for Elliot to stop talking in the middle of a sentence and after a second you'll think he's done, but I've learned to wait an extra beat with him because many times he's just checking himself to be sure he's not boring anyone. I smiled at him again, nodded my head and he finished his thought, "Your Mom let us in and told us to just come right into your room, but I still thought we should knock" Jay was making a face like... 'give me a break'... then he says, "That's the longest two-part speech Elliot's made this year" and he hugged Elliot around the neck pulling his head over toward him to kiss on the side of the face. Elliot bit his lip, leaned into Jay, blushed a rosy red and said, "Don't, Jay...." but he stayed up against Jay even after he said it. Elliot is an easy boy to like. I go, "I'm glad you came over, thanks guys." We went into the " how ya feeling?- and what was it like?- and, did I remember anything?...." The normal question-a-thon, but it was fine, I'm glad they care enough to ask. The boys sat on the edge of my bed next to each other as we talked, once in awhile Jay squeezed my leg to emphasize something. Elliot unfortunately kept his hands to himself. It warms my heart to know Elliot has Jay looking out for him, and I don't mean look out for him like a body guard. I mean helping him get over his shyness by exposing him to situations just like this. Elliot would never have come over here alone, but now that he's here he can tell I'm happy to see him and that it's a good thing that he and Jay came over. Each little facet of life he experiences with Jay gives him a tiny bit more confidence. I also liked the way Elliot looks at Jay from time to time, like he was so proud that they're secret boyfriends. Actually, I gotta say, it's sweet the way they act with each other... sweet in a good way, not like a girlie way at all. In school Elliot is still shy, even remains shy around Jay because in a school environment that's just the way Elliot is with everyone. Jay fully understands that and doesn't do anything that might indicate they're boyfriends... that would send Elliot back into his shell for good. Elliot's not nearly ready to be openly gay and frankly hardly any gay kid in high school is. I'm not. Openly gay boys like Willie and Jay are the exception to the rule. Other kids who maybe act gay or are caught in a gay situation at a party or something, might be forced to admit being bi, but few ever say they're gay. That's too drastic. So, Jay and Willie are definitely exceptions. Elliot and me are the norm and while it's a damn shame it isn't the other way around, it simply isn't. Elliot, looking over my head, instead of into my eyes, quietly told me about the school make-up work he has for me when I'm ready for it. Chubby had already told me about it, but I pretended it was new news and I thanked Elliot profusely for being so considerate in helping me out. He blushed again and actually did hit the covers over my foot this time, saying, "Oh it's nothing Dylan and everyone misses you at Stop and Shop too, especially my friend Alex Cora... he said to say 'Hi' for him." That reminded me to call my boss, Bill Mc Elroy... who's a real prick, by the way, and tell him my condition has improved. I'd be lucky to still have a job, car accident or not, if I didn't do that. I thanked Elliot again and then we made plans for tomorrow after school when he'll come here to help me with the make-up work. The doctors want me to stay pretty close to bed for the most part the next couple of days. I have a Saturday appointment at the hospital for a check-up to see if it's OK to begin living a regular life again. For now, I'm kind of enjoying playing the invalid and having all this attention. These two gay boys being here made me feel good. I liked looking at them, Elliot especially. It wasn't long before Jay took over the conversation, he said he had a couple of outrageous jokes to brighten my day with. One... a man woke up in the hospital after a serious accident and shouts, "Doctor, I can't feel my legs". The doctor says, "Of course you can't, I had to amputate your arms". I chuckled and said, "Well you did mention the word outrageous". Elliot goes, "Jay, that's terrible! Dylan just had a car accident." Jay mussed Elliot's hair and tells another one. He goes... "two cannibals are eating a clown. One says to the other, 'Hey, does this taste funny to you?' Elliot's like, "that sucks, Jay... that's not funny". Jay and I are smiling. He has another one and it goes like this... "Two TV antennas met on a roof, fell in love, and got married. The wedding wasn't much, but the reception was excellent". I go, "Alright, that's all I can take, now I'm on Elliot's side... that does suck! No more of those things, please!" Elliot says, "No, Dylan... that one was alright". We're all grinning, I say.. "Puns really should be against the law. A person in my weakened condition can't handle more than one or two at a time." We got cokes and talked for another hour. Both of those guys are so nice and it reminded me of being with the gay guys in Cambridge at that block party with Willie. Being in a gay group is relaxing, I can be totally myself without worrying about slipping up and saying something gay... it feels so good being with gay boys. When Jay announced they needed to get home, that it was close to dinner time, I was disappointed... then dared to say, "How about a kiss just between us gay boys..." and Elliot was right on top of that. He leaned right over on the bed and gave me a wet kiss on my lips and it was like an electric shock ran through me. He blushed, smiled, and looked down, but it was a hot kiss. Jay's kiss was on the lips too, but he had to mess around and pretend to do some tongue action which made us both laugh. After they left I thought about Elliot's kiss and got a hard-on. It's been awhile since I had any sex. Going on three weeks, yipes! The boys were gone, my Mom left for work over an hour ago, and Chubby wouldn't be home from the window washing job for at least another hour... I called Willie. He didn't answer so I left a message saying "Please call me, Willie. I'm out of the hospital and I'm missing you something wicked. I love you!" In prep school they have classes until six or seven o'clock some days, classes Saturday mornings too. Of course they also get longer holiday breaks and get out for summer vacation before us public school kids. I already knew that the Dickers boys weren't available this afternoon, or for that matter, I wouldn't see them until Monday at school. Chubby told me about that on the ride back from the hospital. Today the Dickers family were on a trip to visit grandparents. It's their grandmother's birthday, god only knows how old she is, and they're all going out to dinner. Yawn! I can see Dodger rolling his eyes mumbling things under his breath while Robby is conscientiously telling his grandparents all about school and this and that, like a good grandson should. Dodger was probably picking his nose and flicking buggers at the back of Robby's head trying to get him to drop the goody-two-shoes act. By the way, what the fuck does that mean...? Goody-two-shoes? And, even more disturbing, tomorrow after school the whole Dickers family are on a weekend trip to New York. That family does too much stuff together, it's fine when kids are young, but Robby and Dodger are too old for that shit now... you know, let's go to Disney World. Oh brother! On the other hand, the boys will miss school Friday and that's awesome alright. Guess I'm just pissed-off I won't be able to see them for a few days... I'd really like to ask them about the accident, they were there with me after all. Shaking my head to clear it of that nonsensical and negative thinking, I plopped down at my desk to spent some time on the computer Googling head injuries. I really did feel OK, it's just a bit of a worry, ya know?... being unconscious for so long. I wonder if that's what it's like to be dead. After some mundane head injury hits on Google, my cell phone rings and the caller ID says W. Worthington. I groped my crotch and hit the talk button yelling, "Willie, I'm baaaack!" He goes, "Dylan, don't joke around! This is serious! I've been so worried about you... and your god damn brother won't tell me shit, I'm going to kick his ass." My feelings were hurt that Willie chastised me right off the bat like that, I mumbled, "I don't have a brother, that's Chubby, my best friend. And you are not going to kick his ass. I miss you so much, Willie." In a calmer voice, he goes, "I know you do baby, and as much as I'd like to, I can't get away this weekend because we got fucking mid-terms coming up". We talked about my experience in the hospital... I answered all the same questions I'd just answered for Elliot and Jay, but I didn't mind. Like I said, I'm happy the guys care. Anyway, the more I talked to Willie, the more I kept returning to the subject of how much I'm missing him until he says, "Go in your bedroom and close the door." I'm already in my bedroom, so I say, "I'm in my bedroom, Willie, why?" he says, "Pull your pants down and grab your dick". I go, "Willie, you turn me on like wild fire, but even you can't get me to cum by talking to me". Willie says, "We'll jerk-off together... that's the best we can do today. Listen now" and I hear a sound that has to be Willie stroking that long cock of his. His breathing sounds familiar, it's the way he breaths at the beginning of our sexual encounters. I've heard that breathing pattern many times. He says, "You know what my dick looks like, feels like, and taste like. Think about that, get a picture of it in your mind, Dylan" and when I did I gasped for breath because he's certainly right about me being familiar with his long dick. The longest dick I've ever seen in person, not the fattest, but the longest. Almost eight inches when it's really boned-up, always at least seven inches when hard. Nice looking cock too, no big veins or bends, nothing like that. I jerked my dick into a boner just thinking about Willie's cock and listening to the subtle sound of Willie stroking the skin up and down that long shaft of his. Willie was breathing a little fast now as he says, "I'm picturing your sweet tight pussy with both your buttocks spread away from your hole, those pink lips quivering with anticipation. Nobody loves getting fucked more than my boyfriend Dylan loves it. Here comes my cock Dylan, up against your pussy, I'm pushing it in right now..." I gasped again, with my eyes closed now, the cell phone pressed against my ear, my fist stroking the uncut foreskin on and off the head of my boner... over and over, faster and faster. I squeaked a sound and Willie goes, "All the way up your pussy Dylan, I'm all the way up your hole till my nuts smacked your ass, and here's five fast humps and a few smacks on your ass to go along with them." and he smacked his hand against his own ass a few times simulating spanking mine. I'm humping my groin forward and tightening the grip on my boner... wetness at the head now. Willie whispers, "Get on all fours now, do it, baby!" and I got down on one hand and my knees, still stroking my cock. As soon as I was down I automatically began pushing my ass up towards where Willie would normally be standing over me. His voice is so sexy, I'm groaning as he quietly says, "I'm getting ready to fill you up, Dylan... fill you up to over-flowing"... his voice is strained and when I hear his familiar grunts I know he'd got himself off... I can see the thin streams of his spunk spurting out... one, two, three streams and then the drooling cum. I've taken his cum down my throat, in my face, and even in my hair at times when Willie's gotten so aroused his aim is all over the place. That last visual did it for me... the head of my cock expanded and the pee slit opened as cum flew up from my balls pumping spurts of creamy spunk from my cock... one, two, three cum spurts splattered hard on the bedroom floor, then another spurt, and stroking my cock in a frenzy for a minute with more spunk spraying around on the carpet... more stroking until the roaring in my ears subsides. Willie, still a little out of breath himself says, "I don't even need to ask, Dylan... I know you shot one of your big loads all over your room. Wish I could have seen it, tasted it". I groaned out, "Oh fuck, Willie... that was a great jerk-off." Willie, sounding smug, goes "Baby, I just wanted to be sure everything works OK on you. You know, after that terrible coma or whatever the fuck it was. I love you man, I love you so much." I wish he'd get me all tangled-up in his arms and legs now, but I didn't say anything about that. I said, "You're so special Willie, I'm lucky to be your boyfriend." He was quiet a few seconds and then mumbles, "Are you ready to dump that pretty boy you think you love, ya ready yet ? You know, so it'll finally be just me, like it should be. We're made for each other, Dylan... you and me. You know we are." I slowly played with myself listening to him talk. Willie is a wonderful talker with a very boyish voice, youthful sounding, but at the same time so confident and bright too, and always prepared with what he wanted to say. With me I always think of what I should have said ten minutes after I should have said it. It's funny, but occasionally Willie will even memorize stuff to say on our dates in the event of an awkward quiet periods. I never feel awkward with him, well hardly ever. I love him too and tell him so. Then say, "Willie, you said it was OK for boys our age to have more than one boyfriend. You have Andy, so please stop asking me to drop Robby... you do that a lot, ya know. And, please don't be mad at me." He groused about that for awhile and we eventually let the topic die out. I told him about my close friend Chubby sleeping with me in the hospital after sneaking past all the nurse stations dressed like an orderly. Willie says, "That's not your brother? Why do I think he's your brother? He's not another god-damn boyfriend is he?" and that reminded me about Willie calling me his boyfriend when talking to Chubby and we argued about that for a minute or so before Willie said, "Alright, Dylan... I was wrong. I need to remember you're still in the closet... I respect that. I'm sorry." and he went on from that to sweet talk me about how special I am. He says he sometimes forgets I could have any boy I wanted, and how lucky he is I chose him. The truth of it is that it's exactly the other way around, everything he says about me applies to him much more than it applies to me. He could have tons of boyfriends if he wanted. His new roommate Andy was under Willie's spell before the end of their first week together. Going back to almost a year ago, Willie had proclaimed his love for me early in our relationship while my love for him took longer to develop, but now I've come around a hundred-eighty degrees to realize I need Willie, so ta speak, more than he needs me. I get a pain in my stomach sometimes from missing him so much, or from worrying he'll dump me. He puts the best sex on me, the perfect combination of love and dominance... some people might not like it that I give in and let Willie boss me around so much, but the truth is that that's only about five percent of our relationship, the other ninety-five percent of the time I either get things my way or, more likely, it's a mutually agreed upon thing that we like equally. It's all basically a compromise, it's really just that simple. We were on the phone for half an hour, I heard three different beeps on Willie's cell phone indicating other calls coming through which he ignored, but finally he did need to go. We exchanged "I love you" sentiments and closed out the connection. I cleaned myself up and did the same for my cum stained carpet and climbed back into bed to think about Willie some more. During all of last summer he took charge of our relationship, bit by bit. Well actually he was always in charge, but during the summer he got me to admit to that and even got me to liking it that way. He's very strong willed and feels certain things must be done his way or he'd lose face and eventually my respect. It's idiotic, I know... but I want to be his boyfriend so I give in to him. I mean, in actuality they're silly, meaningless things when you think about it. He wouldn't give in on them, so I did... big deal! As far as Willie's compromises go... for one thing, he changed his mind and agreed I could smoke my cigarettes, and in fact he'd even take up the habit in support of me. Another thing, he got his ear pierced like mine to demonstrate he was flexible and... well, that's about it from Willie's side. But ya know, he mostly treats me like I'm wicked special. Willie is basically a well meaning, sweet, caring kid... he's just got some dumb-ass ideas about gay relationships... about dominant/submissive behavior. Like I said, he's been influenced by the wrong kids and I felt, with time, I'd get him to see how unnecessary his dominant stance was. We all think we can change the people we love and he did actually succeed in changing me initially, but in my mind I've only acquiesced to give us the time together so I could show him the error in his thinking. Along the way Willie buys me presents and pays for virtually everything we do together. All that being true, I'm mostly willing to go along with his idiosyncrasies because they're part of what makes Willie, Willie... and because in my heart I really do think I can change the few annoying things he does. He's unique, not only oddly cute but very smart. In addition to that he's a good athlete, at tennis and basketball especially, he's very well known with a wide-ranging eclectic group of friends, he's a great dancer, and a lot of fun to be with too... why wouldn't I want to be his boyfriend? Did I mention how good his sex is? Ha ha, yeah, I mentioned that for sure. Willie gave up his old relationship with roommate Larry, dropped him cold, and he hasn't hung around with any of the gay kids he used to hang with in the past. Willie says they're too militant. See, he's coming around to my way of thinking already. I'm never going to forget one Saturday last Fall at Sommerville Prep. It was the weekend of their Fall dance and I was Willie's date. It wasn't the first time he'd taken me places as his date, but last November I was still feeling a little awkward being introduced that way to straight people. That's because to almost everyone except Willie's friends I was seen as a sexually straight teen. Bizarrely, my first "dating" experience with Willie was at his mother's fiftieth birthday party. He introduced me to everyone this way, "I'd like you to me my date, Dylan Newman. Dylan, this is... so and so.." Or, sometimes he'd say, "... this is my boyfriend, Dylan Newman... etc". Either way it was wicked awkward that first time. Until I get a few rum and cokes into me it remains awkward to this very day . Anyway, at the dance last Fall almost all of the three hundred teenagers attending the dance were supposedly straight, but common sense tells ya that thats bullshit. Willie told me diversity is encouraged at Prep School, to which I commented, "Apparently they aren't encouraging it enough if only one percent of the student population admits to being gay". Willie mumbled something about not being so fixated on percentages. Bottom line, it'll be a bit awkward for me as usual, but I don't know any of the kids there and it's unlikely I'll ever see them anywhere except Sommerville Prep, so who cares what they think. Willie picked me up outside my condo on the Saturday morning of the dance and drove us directly to Salvadore's Unisex Hair Salon near the Prep school's campus. At Willie's insistence, for the last three months I'd been growing-in my summer flattop haircut and it had grown into quite a pile of two-tone blond hair. Even so, my hair back then wasn't as long as it is now. What Willie wanted was to have my hair styled like his, into a layered look that was popular in the seventies and popular at his Prep school currently. As I recall Willie had an eleven o'clock appointment for me with his hair stylist, a fellow named Leonard. Jeez, we end-up going into this trendy-looking shop with woman occupying all the chairs. I'm thinking, 'Whats sup with this...?" but Willie leads me through to another section of the salon where booths were sectioned off and everything was black and chrome... masculine like. Willie stops in front of one of the booths saying, "Here we are Dylan, that's Leonard over there drinking tea." Gawking over at the guy Willie pointed to I'm thinking, 'No way!' This Leonard character appeared to be one of those muscle builders, his body grotesquely muscled. Incongruously he was holding a thin china saucer under a small china cup... he held the cup above the saucer using only the thumb and index finger of his large hairy hand, his other three fat fingers were held up and away from the cup. Every few seconds he'd take a small sip making a girlie expression like maybe the tea was too hot. Huge biceps and an enormous chest. You just don't expect that look for a so-called hair stylist, at least I didn't expect it. Leonard was wearing a short smock over a sleeveless purple T-shirt. Below he had on impossibly tight jeans featuring an obscenely bulging crotch. Weird body. Both arms covered with tattoos, a large earring in each ear, a bolt through his lower lip and a gray, fu manchu mustache. His head was shaved and he had what looked like black pop-beads around his neck. Leonard was thrilled to see Willie. The second he spotted us at his station he excitedly screeched, in a high-pitched shrill voice, "William, she's so cute!" I looked behind us to see who he was talking about. Willie waited till Leonard sashayed over before quietly saying, "Good morning Leonard, please don't refer to my boyfriend as she ". Leonard blinked like he'd been slapped, but Willie paid it no mind, just continued, "Dylan, this is my hair stylist, Leonard Pritchard... Leonard, my boyfriend, Dylan Newman." Still with the hi-pitched voice Leonard says to me, "Well, you are adorable. Sit right here, Honey" and he patted the seat with his large hairy hand. I looked at Willie who said, "Go ahead, get in the chair, Dylan" I sat in the smallish plastic chair as Leonard loosely draped a cape over me and then pumped the chair up a foot or so asking, "How do you want it cut?" I naturally assumed he was talking to me, but looking in the mirror I saw he had addressed the question to Willie. Willie ran his fingers through my hair a couple of times saying, "Remember the way my hair looked a month back? It was like this, we both had flattops last summer and when we let it grows-in the hair looks like a big mop. Doesn't he have the most beautiful hair, by the way?" Leonard goes, "Oh God, yes he does" as he ran his fat fingers through my hair a few times and then up the back of my head going, "Mmm-mmm, the thought of this in a flattops... yum! William, please, please let me cut his hair when you're ready to have his summer cut. I'd do more of a burr haircut on him with faded sides, really short. He'd look even hotter than he does now, if that's possible" and using both hands he massaged my head for a few seconds and asked again, "How do you want it cut, Willie?" I rolled my eyes and my shoulders shuddered from Leonard's creepy head massage, I'm thinking, 'get this over with!'. Willie finger combed my hair down on my forehead and began describing, in detail, how Leonard was to cut my hair... he ended his instructions with, "and it should be left long enough to lay over his ears, but not too long to cover his earring. I want it parted in the middle, layered, with bangs." Using his index finger he indicated where the bangs should stop, he said, "Right here Leonard, just to the top of his eyebrows". Leonard reverently mumbles, "She'll... oh I'm sorry, He'll look good enough to eat William. Soooo adorable!" My hair was barely long enough to accomplish Willie's detailed description, but Leonard managed. No one consulted me about anything. Willie stood right there saying, "Not too short in back" and " another eighth of an inch off the bangs", etc etc. Leonard cut my hair wet, he used little scissors that would even have looked small in my fingers, in Leonard's fat fingers they looked like a toy. Cut, cut, cut... Willie giving one instruction after another. Leonard said three or four times, "Willie, you are so right, your boyfriend has the most beautiful hair I've ever worked with" and Willie took it as a compliment for himself each time, saying, "Thank you, Leonard, that's awfully nice of you to say". Actually, I enjoyed the show, with Willie there's always something unique and unexpected happening. Finally Leonard finished cutting and then cranked the chair backwards over a sink so he could wash and then blow-dry my hair. Then, snipping a tiny piece of hair here and there, he asked, "Well, what do you think, William?" Willie said, "I wish it had grown in a little longer, but you did a good job, Leonard. Next time Dylan's hair will be the perfect length." Willie paid... I don't know how much or what he gave for a tip, but whatever it was it had Leonard bowing and shrilling, "William, you're the best client ever". Out we went with me checking out my do in the mirrors along the way. I looked fruity, too girlie, but Willie liked it. Outside we lit up cigarettes and Willie fished for compliments from me about how much I liked my haircut. I lied saying it was awesome, I lied because it meant so much to him. We finished our smokes, Willie flicked his butt down a drainage grate and I did the same except my flick sent that red glowing butt of mine off Willie's sneaker. He looked at me and smirked. I smiled back at him realizing Willie assumed I'd flicked it at him on purpose, as a joke. He stepped on it and hugged me around my neck saying, "I'm so happy you're here, Dylan." So, I got my new haircut. I remember us going back to Willie's dorm room where he excitedly showed me a couple of items that he called presents, but they weren't really. When I saw what they were, I had to hide a smile. In addition to the haircut he wanted me to have a certain look at the dance and in that regard he had a few things for me to wear, these things were the so-called presents. There was one item nobody but Willie would know I was wearing, the others everyone could see. The Willy only item was a pair of girl's silk panties which represents Willie's only fetish, the only one that I know about anyway. His fetish, if it actually is a fetish, is to have his boyfriend wear silk girlie panties, he wears them too. I've worn them before, they feel nice actually... I'm serious, they do! I consider this panty thing a little item that makes Willie happy, so I had no problem with it back then and I still have no problem with it today... I'm confident in myself that way. I know that no matter my haircut or silk panties, I know I'm not girlie. The other items are not really a problem either although I'd never wear them in my neighborhood. He had three black leather items with silver studs. Soft beautiful leather, a one inch wide neck choker, a two inch wide wrist band, and a black leather belt... all with matching studs. "I want ya to look tough as well as wicked cute... both at the same time, Dylan. OK?" I laughed and said "Sure, Willie". Obviously it was a casual dress affair. Willie had a pair of his tight black Lee jeans and a black silk T-shirt laid out for me too. We wear the same size. Willie said it was OK for me to wear my own black high-top Converse sneakers. His outfit was one hundred percent preppy. He thought the contrast would be cool. Mostly you don't see anything Gothic-related, like the leather stud stuff, at a Prep school, but Willie correctly pointed out I don't go to a Prep school. I said, "With this outfit I should really blend in" and Willie had laughed saying something like, "Baby, I don't want you blending in, I want to show you off" He'd kissed my lips real quick then, adding... "I swear to God, Dylan, you're better looking than any of the dates the straight guys I hang with are bringing. I've met them all." We talked about who else might be bringing a gay boyfriend as their date and Willie knew of only one besides himself. Just one although there are a few male students in the gay, lesbian, bi, and gender variant association on campus although Willie didn't know them personally because, as I indicated earlier, this year all Willie's friends at school are straight except one, his new roommate, who was bunking in with a friend that night. It will be a long time before I forget that dance and, as a matter of fact, the afternoon activities were pretty unforgettable too. We went out to a pizza place for lunch. It's a small thing I guess but very much like Willie to insist we sit on the same side of the booth when eating. If I remember correctly, a few times during lunch he'd pull my head over and kiss me on the mouth. Those kinds of little things were typically Willie and they used to make me so uncomfortable but not so much any more, I'm used to them by now. Back them I probably spent the entire lunch blushing. I know now it's just Willie's way of showing me attention, he doesn't give a seconds worth of thought to what others around us might be thinking. Bottom line... there's never a moment where I feel Willie is ignoring me or paying more attention to someone else, I'm always his number one concern when we're together... the center of his attention. He makes me feel like I'm a treasure that he'd somehow been lucky enough to find, something very special. I also remember having this great anticipation for sexual activities, especially when we were driving back to his dorm. It was still a new thing back then to only be seeing Willie every two weeks. All last summer we went on at least two dates every week. I'd been missing him and was craving his attention and his sexy ways. Even though it was weird to think about being his date, I'd still been looking forward to that Fall dance, and more importantly, the subsequent sleep over. Back in his dorm room Willie smiled his nice smile and pulled me against him, I automatically put my arms around his neck and we began a slow sloppy make-out that picked up speed as it progressed. The best make outs I'd ever had before Willies, were the few I had with Willie's old roommate, Larry something-or-other, I forget his last name. He evidently taught Willie everything he knew about making out because Willie's eventually got better at it than Larry. By the way, I mentioned that Willie and Larry split up for good... well, it happened last summer during Willie's trip to Maine. That's the trip I was suppose to go on, but didn't. I like to think I had something to do with their breaking-up because Willie needed to get clear of Larry... Larry treated Willie like crap. Larry's one of those dominant types who expects total submission from a sex partner. He's one of the ones who put all those dominant ideas in Willie's head during Willie's Freshman and Sophomore years. Anyway, Willie just totally takes over during our make-outs... it was no different last Fall. His spit was soon all over my face and it's the nicest smelling saliva too, it's also sexy the way he licks my face and sucks my lips and sucks my tongue. Both out cocks were soon hard boners in our pants. Willie's is a long poking boner against my smaller one. He's slightly taller than me but I always feel much shorter when I'm with him, he seems bigger than life to me. He rubbed down my back after a bit and grabbed my ass to squeeze a fistful of buttocks. Just like now when we make-out, that afternoon last Fall I began panting with anticipation, knowing that soon he'll have his finger up my ass finger fucking me. Sure enough, he got his hand under the waistband of my sweat pants and goosed my bare ass, his fingers always feeling good against my skin. A couple of firm squeezes had me bucking into his crotch, rubbing my boner against his. One last hard squeeze before he began dragging his finger firmly up and down my crack. It got moist back there after doing it five, six, seven times and the with just the tip of his damp finger he began massaging my hole with circular pressure. I'm whispering "Willie, Willie.... oooh, oooh" trying to breath, my face real warm, my dick wet from precum and me in a dreamy frame of mind. Willie smells so good and he's so sure of his every move, no false starts or hesitations... it's gets overwhelming a bit, but in a very good way. When he finally did push his finger tip inside me he also pulled up on my hole causing my entire ass to pull outward and upward slightly... Willie held it like that with just the tip of his finger... me up on my toes burying my face against the side of his neck, moaning with pleasure. Then the finger goes all the way in, up to his knuckle, and I'm whimpering, my lips drooling on his neck and my tongue doing fast little licks. Willie's licking my ear as he began a fast finger fucking which had me dancing on my toes humping into his boner and groaning, gasping for air. It was a foregone conclusion, the second his finger went inside me, that I was going to cum in my pants. Squirming and blowing saliva against his neck, the first spurt of cum splashes out into my underpants, me going, "Ahhhhhhh"... a long stream of cum followed, then three more small squirts with my entire body shuddering and shaking, shivers up and down my back. Willie can make me cum in my pants anytime he wants... I mean as far as I'm concerned he can, but also I mean that he can do it whether I want to cum in my pants or not. He is such a sexy boy... I can't resist him. After cumming I don't actually remember what we did, but he probably did his normal rubbing up the back of my head, playing with my hair, saying, "Feel good, baby? Was that a good one, sweetheart?" I'm usually reduced to hanging onto Willie, breathing heavily, and nodding my head "Yes". I remember my anticipation building again when he quietly told me, "Get undressed now, Dylan, and get in bed... I've been dreaming about fucking you for two long weeks, hell, it's been longer then two weeks actually. Go ahead now, babe!" I did what he said using my jockey shorts to wipe most of the spunk off my dick and shaved groin before getting into bed stark naked. First thing I always do when I get in Chubby's bed is bury my face in his pillow to enjoy the sexy smell of him and that's exactly what I did with Willie's pillow too, but was disappointed... the sheets and pillow case were crisp and freshly laundered... damn! Willie was in the bath room with the water running, my guess... he was washing the finger he'd had up my ass. Grinning at the thought of surprising Willie I remember hopping out of bed and grabbing a pair of girlie, pink, silk panties off the pile of stuff he wanted me to wear that night. I pulled them on and got back under the covers as Willie walked out of the bathroom as naked as can be, his long penis swinging between his legs. The sight of it made be gulp and rub my own smaller cock through the silk panties, undetected under the covers. Willie threw me a small container of KY jelly saying, "Lube that boy-pussy of your real good, babe". He was stroking his cock as he said it. I reached behind me, inside the panties, and put a good finger-full of lube around, and then inside my asshole. Willie climbed into bed with a fresh smirk on his face, his eyes shining as he sat on my chest with a leg on either side of me. He fed his cock inside my mouth while knelling on my biceps pinning them to the mattress with his knees knelling right on the muscles, hurting both arms. I squirmed and grimaced until he moved his knees off and held my arms flat with his calves instead. More comfortable now, I'd begun sucking his cock, concentrating on the head as Willie bit his bottom lip making breathing noises through his nose. When he went up on his knees he used a hand to guide, and then push, his semi-stiff cock past my gag reflect, the head of it was in my throat. Last Spring I'd taken the Marine's cock in my throat a couple times, but I'd let Willie teach me again about how to relax and not struggle with the deep throat, and even last November it was a relatively easy matter for me to take his cock in my throat. Actually I love sucking cock... Willie's and Robby's especially. Willie's cock got very hard after a few times in my throat and he went all the way up on his knees this time, pulling his boner free of my mouth, leaned forward and basically sat on my face, his nuts on the bridge of my nose, his boner lay on my forehead. I needed to grunt a few times until Willie adjusted his position to allow me to breath. I loved his stronger odor under his ass, and my tongue happily began lapping his crack, then the lips of his asshole and finally my tongue went up his asshole. Slight acrid shit taste for the first three or four licks, but none after that. Recently, when he gets home from Prep for a weekend and I'm rimming Willie's asshole, it seems he's made a concerted effort to be very clean down there, no acrid taste at all. I think I liked the few licks of acrid to be honest about it, but I haven't figured out how to tell Willie that yet. Rimming is a sex act that as recent as a year ago I couldn't conceive of doing, but now I like it quite a bit. I have this sexual submissive side to me and rimming seems a very submissive thing to do... I love to please my sex partner. Doing that gets me high and hot and ready for anything. The way Willie automatically takes it for granted, just assumes I'll tongue his ass for him, that adds to the turn-on for me. As I mentioned, even back then I was able to get my tongue inside the sphincter ring, not as far up his asshole as I do now, but I was definitely getting my tongue in his ass, which is the aspect of rimming he likes the most. His boner was so hard from my rimming him that afternoon I recall thinking it felt like a lead pipe resting on my forehead. Willie slid off my face and down my body, his face flushed... there was a saliva string connecting his parted lips as he pulled the covers down, breathily saying, "Pull your legs back for me, baby. Let me see that pussy.". I wrapped an arm around the back of each thigh and pulled them back so my knees were close to my chest, my feet up in the air and my hole up off the mattress... I was grinning, anticipating Willie's reaction to the panties I had on. He'd stared into my eyes while I pulled my legs back, then finally glanced down and saw I was wearing panties. It made him gasp... he groped his balls, then stroked his cock mumbling, "Thank you, Dylan... that's such a fucking turn-on for me" and he stroked pre cum out of his boner breathing fast for thirty seconds. Then, leaving the panties on me, he reached under them to firmly spread apart my buttocks stretching my hole sideways and then sliding his boner in through the panties' right leg slit to position his cock at my stretched hole. Pausing to look me in the eyes again, I was nodding my head for him to enter me. Still he teased, just pushing slightly against my hole, precum drooled onto my hole as I took quick breaths, then murmured, "Please... Willie, please..." A small nod of the head, a little grin, and with a slight movement of his hips he'd pushed his cock inside me four inches. I went, "Ahhhhhh... ooooh" It was awesome... sure it burned some at first, but the sexiness of the move had be arching my back, pushing my ass onto his boner a bit more. Willie was back to staring into my eyes for a few seconds before he humped the remaining inches of his boner up inside me, then leaned down to French kiss, and then kiss my upper lip sucking on it before straightening up and doing little two or three inch humps inside my ass. It all felt so good a tear from each eye popped out and rolled down each side of my head. He was kneeling with a knee on either side of me. "Fuck me, Willie... oooooh my God, it feels soooo good" He took a big inhale and began long thrusts at a steady pace fucking me with his head back and his eyes and mouth tightly closed. Little burst of air the only sound he made. For some reason I remember that fuck better than most of the ones he did on me all last summer. Maybe because I'd been yearning for it for more than two weeks. His hard cock is so excellent in my hole... I love the length of it and although it doesn't have a fat head like Carl had on his much shorter cock, it feels fantastic. Carl's cock had felt fantastic too, but in different ways that probably has something to do with my prostate glans, or whatever they're called. It felt awesome to stimulate them, but there are many sensitive areas in an asshole, not just your prostates. Willie didn't miss many of those sensitive spots either. Like I said, maybe I remember it so vividly because it was the first fuck I'd had from Willie in over two weeks, so I really needed it. I remember Willie literally gushing his spunky climax up my ass. I'd let go of my right thigh and was stroking my boner like mad, making whimpering sounds, and actually got a wet spurt of cum myself. That was a hot surprise considering Willie had milked my balls dry finger fucking me fifteen minutes earlier. It was a messy, sloppy situation around my hole but Willie left his cock up there anyway, carefully getting us on our sides, and then he did his usual tying me up tight with his arms and legs. One of his legs under mine, the other on top of my leg with Willie locking his muscular calves together. One arm under me, the other over the top pinning my arms to by side. "Move your head back for me, Dylan" and when I did he began making his signature hickey low on the front, right side of my neck. Willie's done this every time he's fucked me going back to the first date we had together. He says it's his mark so other guys will know I belong to him... something like that. Getting a hickey feels good at first, but he takes it too far and the itching, burning feeling in that one spot he sucks and tongues has be moaning and nagging him to stop after five minutes or so. He never stops until he's satisfied I have a raised hickey on my neck that no one can miss. Back then I was still squirming and so on, but the last time I saw Willie, about three weeks ago, I lay docile for him like he's taught me to do... it goes faster that way and I've come to enjoy getting the hickey from him... it's sexy. Recently I've even been giving Robby hickeys... he's still in the early squirmy stages like I used to be, but he'll eventually get used to it like I have. Anyway, back last November found Willie and I laying together quietly after the hickey was done, his cock still up my ass feeling like it belonged there forever. Later, when I felt Willie's cock begin expanding in my asshole I took a deep breath and grabbed my own dick. He pulled his cock out for a second to stretch my girlie panties down to hook under my buttocks, then with my boy-pussy exposed he eased that long boner of his back up inside me with me going, "Mmmmm. oooooh" and began a good long fucking that had me almost in tears it felt so good. He even got another spurt of cum out of me after twenty minutes of pumping my hole, his own second load was more than a spurt... it was messy as he continued fucking me even after his climax. Inevitably the head of his cock became too sensitive and he'd had to pull his cock out and we just lay together then, Willie keeping me wrapped-up in his arms and legs. I was as docile as a baby. As we lay there Willie occasionally sucked on my burning hickey, me moving my head back a little to give him full access to it. Looking back on all that I can see that in bed there at the end I was in an almost hypnotic state. It was almost like I belonged to Willie and I remember thinking how that was a pleasant, relaxing thought... belonging to Willie... the two of us always together having sex. The feel and smell of him is something I'll never forget no matter how old I get to be, and thinking about it right now makes me feel lonely because I miss him so. I was so captivated by Willie back then and I still am today. Laying there wrapped-up so tightly both of us were sweaty, our bodies slippery together and after a half hour Willie let me loose, took my hand, and led me naked next door to the dorm's lavatory, then further back to the shower area where we took a shower together. Two other Prep school students were showering in separate stalls, but Willie didn't care. We used just the one stall, the other two boys made faces at each other like, "...what the fuck...?" Willie shampooed my hair and then used a sponge from his room to scrub my body after which I did the same for him. Back in the room, our bodies towel dried, Willie handed me another pair of silk girlie panties which I put on, he put on a pair of white ones with blue lace around the legs, saying to me, "Blue lace because I'm a boy" and he laughed, playing with himself. He gets excited about us wearing the panties. Wearing only our panties he blow-dried my hair and combed it the way he wanted it and then did his own. We both stayed naked except for the panties until just before we needed to get dressed for the dance. It was a buffet/dance... buffet dinner first, so we needed to be at the gymnasium, where it was being held, around six thirty, I think I'm recalling that correctly. Willie was greeted by a few guys as soon as we walked in and I was introduced the way I knew I would be, "John, this is Dylan Newman, my boyfriend. Dylan, meet John Curry." And the evening began. After talking with a number of guys who'd come stag, a boy with too much hair called us over to a round table for eight where two seats were being saved for Willie and his date. The guys were curious to meet Willie's gay boyfriend. The most repeated comments directed at Willie and me were about us having the same haircut... "Just like Andy's too". I was unaware of Andy at the time, but didn't feel confident enough with these new acquaintances to ask about him. The second most commented upon area concerned my outfit. "Where ya from, Dylan? Gotham City?" An obvious reference to the Gothic leather and studs that Willie had me wear. Willie's three friends at our table weren't assholes like his ex-roommate Larry. These guys were cool, they kidded me in a friendly manner like I was just one of the guys, but I was still a little shy around them. I told them I was wearing Willie stuff, not my own. Everyone seemed to like Willie, they thought he was funny and interesting. I think they admired his individuality, just as I did then, and do now. The buffet food sucked to be honest, some kind of chicken and noodles casserole, salad and rolls... I was disappointed. I'd been thinking that a Ritzy prep school would have an excellent meal... wrong! None of the guys or girls even commented on the food so they apparently weren't expecting anything special in the first place. Two of the boys, neither of whom qualified as cute by the way, had thoughtfully brought pints of rum to spike our cokes with so pretty soon I didn't care too much about the food one way or another either. The female dates weren't especially good looking, and one of them was openly hostile towards me. She was perhaps a homophobe, except she seemed to like Willie OK. I ignored her insulting manner, but I'd noticed her boyfriend giving her dirty looks when she said something rude to me, or about me. I gave her the benefit of the doubt, maybe she thought she was being funny... I didn't know. Back then I hadn't thought Willie was even aware of the girl being rude to me, and I was OK with that... later though, he calmly commented to the boy who was the girl's date, "Christ Alex, ya got yourself a real JV date tonight, don't ya dude... sup' with that?" Alex shook his head and shrugged, then with a chuckle, looked his date in the eyes and said, "How about if you shut up, OK?" I don't even remember her name but I remember the startled expression on her face and I remember thinking how cool it was that these guys are so tight with each other. Willie knew that his straight friend Alex wouldn't put up with someone dissing one of the guys, they stick together. There was a DJ playing loud music... it needed to be loud so it could be heard over the talking and yelling. The place was crowded and noisy. Frankly, it was a much rowdier crowd than I'd expected. A sophisticated, subdued, elegant dinner/dance is the picture of the dance that I'd had in my head. Of course, the studded outfit Willie had for me gave me a clue that sophisticated and elegant might not make it to the dance tonight. Willie and I danced for a half hour after dinner, all fast club music numbers which allowed Willie to show-off how good a dancer he is. I kept it simple doing what Willie had taught me at his Mother's birthday party so long ago. No one commented on two boys dancing together. There were three other boy-on-boy couples that I saw, but I hadn't see everyone at the dance so there could have been more. We danced the two slow dances that the DJ ran back-to-back and then I headed for the lavatory and Willie went to get us a couple of cokes. The Prep school lavatory looked just like the ones in our public high school. It was a little bit disappointing for me, the entire Prep school experience I mean. I thought everything would be high class or something, not that it mattered all that much because Willie was so excellent he compensated for the other stuff being so... well, so common. I recall standing at the urinal taking a piss, minding my own business, when someone pushed me roughly from behind causing my pee to splatter off the side of the urinal and back onto my pants. "Jesus, dude!.." I said, while turning around to confront the clumsy clod. It was Larry, Willie's old boyfriend and he hadn't been clumsy, he'd pushed me on purpose. He goes, "Hey Tootsie Roll, ya peed your pants". I stared at him, dumbfounded... wondering why I hadn't even considered running into him... of course he'd be there. Willie broke-up with Larry and they both got new roommates, but they still attended the same Prep school. Larry obviously puts some of the blame for the break-up on me... maybe all of it. I stood there contemplating how I should react to his rudeness. Was it a one and done thing, him satisfied making me pee on my pants? was that going to be humiliation enough for him to see me experience, or did he have something else in mind? The answer to that speculation was quick in coming. Larry, for some reason, had his tongue out as he flipped my bangs up off my forehead with his fingers saying to a very tall boy next to him, " Yo Mikey, here's my old roommates girlfriend" and he then swatted the side of my head, adding, "Look he's got his cute haircut, just like dickweed, Worthington's." Larry's tall friend said nothing but he had a look of anticipation on his face like maybe he'd seen Larry bully kids before. Larry smacked the side of my head again, asking, "Did he take you to faggy Leonard for your cute haircut, sweetie?" Back then, as I pulled my zipper up, I'd already decided that this was going to be a fight... the touching of my hair convinced me Larry was willing to take this kind of humiliation too far... and, anyway, I was kinda happy for the opportunity to kick his ass for the way he dumped on me the previous Spring. There were five other guys in this big lavatory and they appeared to sense something was about to happen so stopped what they were doing to watch. One kid mumbled, "Give it to the fag, Larry". Looking for my opening, I'd said nothing until I'd moved away from the urinal, I didn't want to get trapped up against the wall. My heart had picked-up the beat and I felt extremely alert. In a fight, surprise is always my best weapon, do something unexpected is my motto. Most kids stall and stall as long as they can hoping upon hope that something, anything, will avert the fight. I know better, the more you let a bully get away with, the more the bully bullies. To distract him, I said, "What the fucks wrong with you, Larry? Pushing me into the urinal while my back is turned...? Is that your pussy style, dude?" It's easy for me to remember that fight last November because it's the last one I've been in. That makes it six months now without another fight... pretty good for me, but as you get older you should be getting into fewer and fewer fights... if not, you might be the problem. After I called him a pussy, Larry countered with something like, "Fuck you, public school! Let me see the panties Willie made you wear". He'd looked over to his friend Mikey to say, "This fruit cake has girl's underpants on. I'll bet ya anything" and he reached over to push his fingers inside my studded leather belt... that's the opening I was looking for. Larry's eyes were down at the level of my waist... I was half turned away from him when I began to swing around one hundred-eighty degrees with my arm up and my elbow leading the way. The full force catching Larry on the bridge of his nose with the point of my elbow. When it connected it make a cracking sound. I'd gotten a lot of torque behind that elbow, a lot of speed. Larry screamed "Bastard!" ... both his hands went to his nose, blood flowed freely. I immediately began swinging my fist wildly at his face, hitting mostly the back of his hands and wrists, but getting a couple of good punches through to his face. A tremendous amount of adrenaline and energy are involved in the first sixty seconds of a schoolboy fight. I know that from experience, but I kept swinging wildly anyway. I should have been saving something for the second sixty seconds of the fight, but there's always an element of panic in ad hoc fights like that one. Larry is bigger and stronger than me, but never-the-less he employed the same boxing technique I'd been using and we're both swinging roundhouse punches cracking into each other's fists and arms more than anything else. It's a matter of who gets lucky and Larry won that by somehow getting a punch through to my mouth, cutting the inside of my lip on my teeth. Fuck! The blood taste in your mouth is a danger signal. I knew I needed to be very careful not to take another punch to the face when, a few seconds later, a punch gets cleanly through to the side of my head near my eye, next to the eyebrow, splitting the skin open. Down I went cracking the back of my head on the tile wall. Everything went black for a split second. If Larry just dropped down on top of me he could have beat the shit out of me... killed my head and face, but he kicked me in the stomach instead. With his second kick I caught his pant leg and surprised the shit out of him by jumping to my feet, pulling up on his leg as I went. Down he goes with a loud boink! hitting his head on the edge of the sink as he headed for the floor, then another boink! as the back of his head smacked off the tiled floor. More blood smeared on the side of the sink and where his head bounced off the floor which prompted one of the feint of heart to go running for campus security. Before the calvary arrived I was straddling Larry swinging at his head and body for all I was worth. Unfortunately we were into minute number two of the fight and all my strength was pretty much used up so I wasn't doing much damage. The main thing was that he wasn't doing any damage to me. In came the security police and they dragged me off Larry. We were pretty much through anyway. It's funny how the guys in the lavatory did nothing to help or hinder either of us. Most guys like to watch their peers kick the shit out of each other. I've been a spectator to a number of fights and unless Chubby's involved or it's a big kid against a little kid, I do nothing to help or hinder either. You'll usually see a few guys around the circle playing with themselves watching some kid getting beat-up. The thing is, unless it's a total massacre, you don't get nearly as hurt in a fight as you might think. Oh, you'll be sore and have some cuts and bruises, but that's not as painful or long lasting as being the object of a bully's humiliation would be. Being a pussy isn't good for one's own self image either. Anyway, the idea of having campus security is to keep the local police off the campus and out of the privileged kid's lives so we weren't in trouble with the real police. The rent-a-cops escorted Larry and me to the security command post where we were to tell our stories and learn our fate. On the way there I remember Willie came running up behind us yelling, "I'll get you for this Larry, you gutless prick" or something like that. One thing led to another and the the security cops discovered I was a guest on campus, not a student. Long and the short of it... since I was Willie's guest, he was instructed to join us inside where security chose to believe Larry's lies and ordered Willie to escort me off campus. I guess a no-class, crude, public school white trash boy like me had to be the cause of the trouble. An innocent, up-standing Summerville Prep student was surely the victim. Larry had smirked at me and Willie as we went out the door... he was on his way to the first aid station. Willie and I passed-up first aid and went back to Willie's dorm room instead. All the way back he's telling me how sorry he was this happened. In the room Willie first cleaned and then put a band-aid on the cut next to my eye which should have had a few stitches. Now, six months later, I've got a wider scar there then I would have had with stitches... but who cares, it kinda looks tough. After getting patched up by Willie, I packed my satchel and we headed for Willie's car to get my ass off campus before I did any more damage to the fragile Prep school students. Now it makes me smile remembering how I first found out about Andy, but back than I was shocked! Andy is Willie's little boyfriend-on-the-side. On our way to Willie's car, we weren't ten steps out the door of the dormitory when this skinny kid startles me running out of the shadows right at me. Before I could do anything, the skinny kid bumps me on the way by to get to Willie and hugs Willie around the neck saying, "I heard you were in a fight Willie, are you alright?" We were under a sidewalk lamp so I saw the kid clearly. He looked too young to be a junior, lots of freckles... cute kid with light brown hair cut exactly like Willie's and mine... it had to be a Leonard haircut. Willie roughly pushed the kid away saying, "For Christs sakes, Andy, I wasn't in a fight, Dylan was" and he pointed at me. Andy mutters, "Oh, it was your summer boyfriend in the fight then?" I thought, 'summer boyfriend?' as Willie says, "Don't be stupid, Andy... I don't have a summer boyfriend.... ya know, he, ah, he's here for the dance. I told you..." Andy looked confused and started to say something but Willie interrupted him saying, "Dylan, this is my temporary roommate, Andrew Scully... Andy, meet Dylan Newman". Andy's voice cracked as he whined, "Willieeee, temporary roommate? What do you mean?" Willie hesitated only a second before putting his fingers in Andy's hair at the back of his head and pulling him into him for a kiss on his forehead mumbling, "Oh Andy, I'm keeping you as my roommate, I was just fucking around..." Andy hugged Willie around the waist and kinda purred. Willie turns his head to me with an expression like, "what the hell can I do...?" it was obvious Willie and his roommate were more than just roommates... DUH! It was also obvious that Willie couldn't pull off the tough guy role with Andy any better than he can pull it off with me... not for long anyway. He's too sweet under all that bluster. I wonder what Willie would be like if he hadn't had his head fucked-up with all Larry's and Carl's dominant boyfriend nonsense. Willie said, "OK Andy, Dylan and I got to get off campus now. I'm taking him home but I can't get back here tonight so you stay with Gene and remind him what I told him! No touching! Go ahead now, baby..." Oh my gosh, Andy looked so happy, he kissed Willie on the lips, patted my back saying, "Pleased to meet ya" and off he went at a jog with Willie watching him go. It was a tad awkward, but how could I be pissed-off at Willie when I had Robby as my other boyfriend. I shuffled my feet, still holding my satchel... Willie finally turned around and stared at me for two second, then said, "Let's go before the gestapo arrest you again". I made a questioning face at him, like "What the fuck was that.....?" Willie rubbed his face with the palm of his hand mumbling, "Busted" then a cute grin and, "Ya got a cigarette Dylan? See what you did to me, got me hooked on these damn cigarettes." I lit one as we walked to the parking lot and we smoked it passing it back and forth. During the drive home Willie told me how he fell for his little roommate the first week back at school. He was probably lying when he blamed it on the fact he missed me so much, "I was desperate, Dylan. After having you as a boyfriend and then, cold turkey, nothing? Come on.... At first we did buddy sex, Andy and me, but I fell for the kid. Oh, not like I fell for you, it's not that way, Dylan... he's just my alternate boyfriend, you know, my emergency fall-back boyfriend. You're my real boyf..." before he could get that out, I said, "Your real summer boyfriend, that's what I am. Who is your for-real full-time boyfriend anyway?" He goes, "Don't be like that. I had to tell the kid something, he wanted to know why I went home weekends so much....." It was funny actually and Willie can dance this kind of dance too... when he needs to. Dance around a touchy situation, he's pretty damn good. Reminded me of Chubby, or for that matter, myself. You know though, the way he'd caved-in back then and couldn't hurt Andy's feelings and all that... that actually made me like Willie more. And ya know something else, I fantasized about a three way sometimes... me, Andy, and Willie. Wheeee, I'd just had that dream in the hospital about Dodger, Robby and me so I'll add it to my list. No it's just that one, plus the Willie, Andy, and me fantasy... they're my three-way fantasies when I'm bored in class. ! Damn, thinking back on all that now... whoa, that kid was cute. When we'd gotten back to Willie's house we both undressed and crawled into bed and made-out, Willie being careful with my split lip and cut next to my eye. He kept asking quietly every five minutes, "You're really not mad at me, Dylan... tell me the truth baby." I finally told him I was wicked jealous, but not too mad and he said, "We're even then, ain't we?" Late at night he fucked me real slow for maybe a half hour or so until I had a hot climax, awesome! What the hell, maybe it wasn't a half hour but I remember it that way. Now I always ask Willie "how's Andy?" and we talk about him for a short time... he's never asked me about Robby though. I don't know why he doesn't, but I'm not looking for trouble so I leave it alone. I drifted off to sleep shortly after that trip down memory lane... remembering a hell of a lot of details about the dance considering it was six months ago by now. A half hour later Chubby came in my room waking me for our pizza dinner. We agreed I was maybe a little less than one hundred percent healed what with all the sleeping I've been doing since getting home. We worked on my missed school work together for almost three hours and between the two of us got me totally caught-up in one of the courses and halfway through another. Mostly I copied Chubby's work from the last two weeks for the one course, that's the one I totally finished... the other one we actually had to work at. It's so cool being side by side with Chubby, our heads two inches apart trying to figure out a trigonometry problem. Chub is good at all mathematics, me not so much. I'm good at English. Around eleven o'clock Chubby said he was real tired and I said, "Can I sleep with you Chubby, it's weird but my first night home from the hospital, what if something happens?". Chubby squeezed my hand like he always does and then held it like he almost never does and says, "That's a good idea Dylan, but let's use my bed... that single bed of yours is wicked small". I go, "Yeah, it's small but it's my first night back, can't we.... ya know, sleep down here?" Chubby's like, "Whatever..." He went up to his condo and got clothes for school the next day and brought them down to my room. I said, "It's late but can we do our shaving, ya think?" Chubby pretending to be annoyed, said, "Whatever you want. Dylan... as always." He wanted to do it too though, I can tell. Chubby had begun puberty before me and when hair began growing on his calves he wanted us to be the same so he shaved the new hairs. We've been doing it ever since. Odd, weird, you say? Of course it is, but we're kind of originals and we don't care what you think... well, to be honest no one knows we do it. I was infatuated with a Marine when I first began acting on my gay sexual urges last Spring and the Marine wanted my pubes shaved... long story, to short... I began shaving my pubes and it spread to Chubby, Willie, Robby and Dodger. Dude, it's a cool feel and look! Anyway, this is the shaving I wanted Chubby and me to do tonight, and it often leads to mutual jerk-offs which is another reason I wanted to do it. I'm not getting any sex except through dreams or memories or cell phone wack-offs... so a jerk-off by Chubby is like awesome to think about! We've always done the shaving in the small half bath in my condo's finished basement. We've got the razors and shaving cream stuff under the sink. Thankfully we're still baby faced boys so we don't need that stuff for our faces, we haven't even reached the peach-fuzz stage yet. The two of us turned eighteen last Fall, but that's plenty old enough for some guys in my class who have full beards... tough luck guys. I shaved Chubby's legs first... wet down a leg with warm water till it's soaked, rub on some lather and enjoy the feel of his thin, well shaped leg and then shave it with a disposable razor as he sits on a towel that we drape over the closed toilet seat, totally bare-ass from the belly button down... socks off so they don't get wet. When I've done both legs, and believe me this is done slowly with almost no sound except the CD player on low in the background, I have him stand up. It gets so dreamy and nice, all the touching and rubbing and being so familiar with Chubby's legs. Sometimes, because Chubby has a bit of a foot fetish I'll massage his bare feet, one at a time. I'll even pull his foot to my face or lick it... Chubby always springs a boner with that, it's what I'm doing tonight. He offered no resistance and no comment, just "Mmmmm ... ohhhh...." and quick, short breaths through his nose making an exaggerating breathing sound. He can't help himself, it's a huge sexual turn-on for him. Fetishes are so strange... Dodger with the haircut fetish, Chubby with the foot fetish, and Willie with the silk girlie panties one, and so forth. They do no harm... anything I can do for my closest friends that does no harm I'm going to do as much of as I'm able. Doing one foot at a time I did the massaging, then I did little licks and after that I sucked on his toes while watching his face contort into pleasure expressions. I don't do it very often because it's sorta gross, but anything is OK if Chubby's involved so I grin and bare once in awhile. Chubby getting so aroused had me getting a little aroused myself and I don't have a foot fetish. Chubby getting all hot from it though kept at it until he was leaning back against the toilet bowl, eyes closed, making "Mmmmmm" sounds while playing with his short boner, his pubes all around that hard shaft were about a half inch long, needing shaving. By the time I was finished with his feet, and had him standing so I could shave his pubes, his cock was totally it's full four inches pointing out from his belly dripping drops of precum... drip.....drip.....drip. Boy oh boy, I wanted to suck that little thing so bad! I wet his pubic area with warm water, then held his boner in my fist to keep it our of harms way while I lathered on shaving cream, rubbing it all around his cock and balls... rubbed it around there a few times, then some more until Chubby moaned quietly and made a hissing sound through his teeth. Slowly I shaved his half inch long pubic hairs and then rinsed off the stray shaving cream. Afterward, still holding his cock in my fingers, I quietly asked, "Ya want me to finish you off here, Chubby?" With his eyes lightly closed, he nodded his head slightly standing there in front of me. I thought again how much I'd love sucking him off... sucking that four inches of cock with the fat head, but instead I stood up to stand behind him. With one arm around his waist I used the fingers of my other hand to jerk him off. A four inch boner is too short to fist, so I make a circle with my index finger and thumb like I've seen Chubby do himself, and stroked tightly on the short, plump, shaft pulling the uncut foreskin on and off the surprisingly fat head of his cock. I started slowly and soon Chubby was leaning back against me comfortably, that was my signal to increase my stroking till Chubby was humping his hips out and soon enough he grunts and moans and out pours a string of cum about eighteen inches long... it shot away from his pee slit and dropped to the floor. Two or three smaller and smaller strings of cum follow with Chubby humping back against me, almost knocking both of us down. I stroked his hard dick a half dozen times after he'd finished climaxing to be sure his nuts are empty and then let go of him. Normally Chubby will follows-up our shaving or jerk-off with a long rationalization about how he and I are two of the very few boys who can get away with this kind of behavior and do it without being the slightest bit gay... that's because we were born and raised together, closer than brothers under unusual circumstances, and best friends of this caliber can help each other out with a little wacking-off from time to time, "everyone knows that, Dylan... for Christ sakes, it's obvious. etc etc etc". He'll go on with much more detail, at least he used to... now he'll often give just the abbreviated version ending with, "We're not queers for doing a little shaving for Christ sakes, you do know this don't you, Dylan?" I go, "Of course I know it. We've been talking about it non-stop for six years now." Chubby, wetting a washcloth to do my legs looks over his shoulder with a frown when I made that comment, then says,"The average person's skin weights twice as much as his brain". I go, "You're shitting me! You mean to tell me Charles Barkley's skin only weighs twice as much as his brain?" Chubby groans and says, "You're such a dick sometimes, Dylan. I said, average person, not someone who weighs three fucking hundred and fifty fucking pounds!" I smiled because I know Chubby just brought up that factoid to get off the subject of us doing gay things with each other. He shaved my legs and then without even doing his usual rant about how I don't take care of my feet, he smelled and massaged and licked my feet, one at a time for quite some time. It doesn't normally get me the least bit aroused except that he gets so aroused, as I've already mentioned. The other thing is, it feels great to have someone massage your feet, with or without the arousal aspect of it. With Chubby it's arousal first though, he goes to elaborate means smelling every inch of my feet, front and back and side and between my toes and my ankle, all the time groping his cock... the same cock that he'd just recently fired off a nice load of spunk from. Tonight he ends his attention to each foot by sucking on each toe for thirty seconds or so. After that he said, "Your feet were in terrible shape Dylan, guess laying in that hospital bed had some sort of negative effect on them." I go, "Uh huh" and he says, "Stand up and I'll get those pubes for ya." And he did too. Then, without asking, he jerked me off as well. Chubby uses his fist on my six inch uncut penis, but he didn't need to use it much because I was pretty close to blowing a load from all the touching we'd been doing. His tight quick strokes on my boner had my uncut foreskin flying on and off an already dripping cock head. I climaxed fast with Chubby standing behind me and holding me around the waist stroking my cock. Funny how a jerk-off feels so much better if someone else is doing it for you, especially Chubby. I love the boy and get very turned on by him. Up in my bedroom we squeezed into my small shower together and helped each other with shampoo and body wash... by the end of the shower I had another boner which neither of us commented on. In my bed, our arms around each other like we've always done, we fell asleep without any additional conversation. I was very tired even with the naps I'd had today. Next day I didn't even wake up till ten o'clock, which was a little bit of a worry. You know, once you're in a coma it's a little worrisome going to sleep... there's a fear of not waking-up again. Well, it's Thursday and I'm feeling pretty good... no school which is cool. Even though I had a shower last night with Chubby, I took another long one this morning. Then I took forever to blow-dry my longish hair, got dressed and went for a Dunkin Donuts coffeee. Back at the condo I made myself a fried egg sandwich and ate it while drinking the coffee. Doctors orders are to avoid anything strenuous, no heavy lifting. For a little light exercise though I did a slow jog into downtown to talk with my boss, Bill Mc Elroy, at Super Stop and Shop. I spotted him as soon as I walked through the automatic door, so I called out, "Excuse me, Bill... got a second". He's such a pompous ass, no warm greeting, instead he does an exaggerated double-take and then points up at the office indicating I should wait for him there. So I say "hi" to a couple of the full time people and they at least gave me a warn greeting saying they heard I was better and it was good to see me... that kind of thing. It's nice but I really relate much better to the other part-time high school kids and was looking forward to getting back to working with them again. Working yeah, but doing all the bitching we like to do about our boss is a given too, it's fun. Bill kept me waiting half an hour, he's such a dork! Finally he comes up to the office and says, "Damn good thing you came in Newman, I was about to give your job away." I go, "Please don't do that Bill, I need the job... really." Bill gave me an appraising look and says, "What the hell was wrong with you anyway? Why'd ya need to miss so much work? Huh?" I say, "Oh, I'm sorry, didn't anyone tell ya? I was in a car accident." He goes, "That's all?" and I said, "Well, I was in a coma too...." and we talked nonsensically, like that, for ten more minutes before he said, "OK, I don't have time for this, some of us need to work. Tell Carla you're back on schedule starting Monday, but no more car accidents or comas or whatever. You got it?" I was like, "Oh, yes sir, Bill. See ya Monday" and I was out of there shaking my head and muttering "what an asshole!" in between puffs on my cigarette all the way home. I still had a job though. Back in my bedroom killing some time I played the old "Gears Of War" video game for an hour, surfed the net for pictures of naked teen boys, and then made my lunch... grilled cheese and bacon sandwich and a coke. After that I just laid around on my bed playing with myself waiting for Elliot Ellis to show-up with the homework assignments I'd missed while in the hospital. Just as I was about to get involved with a full fledged jerk-off, I think I hear a tentative knock on the front door of our condo... I think it was a knock, and then I realized it's Elliot and he's probably worried he might be disturbing me. Hustling to the front door I open it just in time to see Elliot, with an armful of books, walking back down the steps. "Dude, where ya going?" Elliot turns around and, looking at my belly, says "Oh, Dylan. Hi. I'm, ah.... did you remember I was coming over?" I walked to him and took some of the books he was carrying and go, "Of course I did Elliot. I've been looking forward to it, dude. Come on in..." Elliot blushed and grinned and did a nervous cough, then said, "Oh, good" and I followed him inside staring at his fantastic ass. "You remember where my room is, right?" Elliot goes, "Uh huh"... I closed the door behind us. That kid is so fucking cute, smells good too. Hope he needs to go over a ton of homework with me. Once in my bedroom, I smile at him encouragingly and say, "Your the boss Elliot. Where do we start." Putting the books on my desk he says, "Oh yeah....". He took a deep breath before saying, "I'm very nervous, Dylan. I've been practicing saying this all day in my head. In school, ya know?" I'm like, "Huh?" Elliot wiped his face with the palms of both hands then takes another deep breath... then, in a fast staccato manner, he says, "Dylan, I've only been fucked once and I had to talk the guy into it. He was my boss at Stop and Shop, Todd White, and he got promoted. Jay isn't into anal sex so I'm wondering if you might be interested in fucking me... if you don't want to that's OK. I know you have a boyfriend at Prep school". By the end I could barely make out the last words, his voice had become so low. My head was spinning... I blinked my eyes rapidly and dug my fingernails into the palm of my hand testing to be sure I'm not dreaming again... and I'm definitely not. What the fuck is going on....? This kid Elliot is too shy to ring the bell at the front door, but he can come out with this......? to be continued...... Chapter three (High School) by Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com